Friday, October 3, 2008
Render Unto Ceasar
Last night I was outside my classroom reading the school paper when the Dean came up to me. "Mr. Tibibord," he said. Dean is one of my teachers this semester so out of habit I stood up. "Good evening, sir," I said. "You don't have a class?" "All done, sir." "You know, Mr. Tibibord, you answer well." My cheeks grew warm. "Thank you, sir," I said. "But you must improve your handwriting." "Sir? It's too late to learn new tricks. I'm old." "No, you can still change your handwriting." "Oh. Okay, sir. I'll try my best." "Devise a new handwriting," he said again, and walked off. It took me a while to process that brief exchange. Had I just been insulted, complimented, or both?